I have this long standing belief,

In spite of all previous experiences to the contrary

That love will find me again

Except this time, it will blossom into a garden where now only lies dry soil

And it will be overflowing enough for everyone to get a share and come home with their own love to pass around.

So while I momentarily grieve each broken heart,

I remain steadfast in the hope that the next one will be that kind of love.

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